"Senior brother, we’re going."
"Hmm."
In the open area on the tal floor, Chen Feng watched Zhao Tingxiao and Zhou Wuren head towards the audience seats to wait.
The force field shield controlled by the Nido soldiers opened a passage, allowing the two to pass.
During this ti, he noticed Siwa in the crowd, who happened to be separated from Gert, with a complex expression, seeming to comfort him but failing.
Silently shaking his head, he imdiately looked to his left and right.
Thirty-eight competitors, most of them grandmasters, with less than six in the fake extre realm.
Their skin colors were black, white, and yellow, with varied attires, so in ancient green and white robes, others in loose black and blue martial arts uniforms.
There were also those dressed uniquely, with deep red hair, wearing cloaks and pointed leather shoes.
Or so wore tied-hair warrior outfits, carrying swords, or in special combat uniforms, carrying sniper cannons, looking wild.
"Jia Ge’er, Atena...."
Casting a casual glance at them, Chen Feng rembered the information provided by Han Chao earlier.
Not caring much, but soone misunderstood.
"Although the rules of the World Martial Arts Tournant differ each ti, as long as the user can bear it themselves, and does not use forbidden weapons like energy cannons."
"Essentially, there are no restrictions on weapon usage."
Seeming to mistakenly think Chen Feng was confused, a middle-aged figure approached him from the side.
Turning his head, he noticed the person was Chi Country in appearance, slightly chubby, wearing a green robe.
"I am Sun Donglin, I’ve long admired the na of Master Chen."
The middle-aged visitor greeted with clasped hands, showing respect.
Chen Feng’s gaze flickered, perceiving the aura of fake extre realm from the other, and also understanding his identity.
In Han Chao’s information, one of the two hidden fake extre realm individuals from Chi Country.
Only one participated, naly this Sun Donglin in front of him, hailing from the Northern Martial Arts World but not joining the Holy Sect.
"You’re too kind."
With a simple nod, Chen Feng did not refuse.
"Isn’t Master Chen participating in the world tournant for the first ti?"
Sun Donglin asked knowingly, and Chen Feng did not deny it.
"I must admit, this is my second participation."
"Unfortunately, the Extre Realm’s barrier stands before , unable to break through, this may be my last participation."
He sighed, seeming quite familiar.
Chen Feng had no usual interest in talking, just nodded simply.
At this mont.
The ground shook, and the spotlights in the air along with neon lights were blocked by shadows.
In the distance, Gert and others looked over with varied expressions, mostly fear and dread.
"Are you Chen from Chi Country?"
A deep inquiry, the towering figure lood like a small mountain.
Attired like a strongman, with an ancient bronze body.
The black helt with two horns seed rather nacing, the facial muscles squeezed the eyes into a narrow line.
Originally wanting to chat a bit more, Sun Donglin’s face changed slightly, while Chen Feng nearby did not respond, just eting the gaze from the towering figure.
"I heard you used cunning tactics yesterday to sneak attack and injure Hecks?"
The other questioned in a low voice, compared to Chen Feng, looking like a giant elephant.
Many around heard the words and their faces tightened, not everyone ca with the exchange group, plus the Nido Royal Family’s blockade, not everyone knew about yesterday’s incident.
"Even though I have ordinary relations with him, such ans are despicable and shaless."
"In this competition, don’t think about winning the championship."
The warning of squinting eyes landed, everyone seed to envision a giant elephant trampling the earth.
Above the viewing stands, a wall quietly moved, revealing an extending platform and three vague figures.
Within the perception ca a wave of malice, a ans unwilling to let go.
Suddenly, four eyes t, Chen Feng finally spoke.
"Impulsive and foolish... these four words suit you."
Bang!!
With his words, the strongman nad Tai’en in front suddenly glared, seemingly stomping the ground.
The entire arena seed to shake because of it, distant Gert’s face showing dread.
But montarily, the Fifth-Order Power sword master and gun master also had similar expressions, considering the situation, their faces turned grim.
At the critical mont.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!!
Beams of spotlight suddenly shot from the high platform, illuminating their area in a circular shape!
"They co from different countries, with different experiences!"
"They all have forged strong bodies and firm will through countless sweat."
"They are the contestants of this tournant! Let us welco these thirty-eight master-level martial artists!!"
The female host’s voice was impassioned, stirring the whole crowd.
Enthusiastic cheers and applause erupted like a tsunami, all contestants collectively stunned.
Only Chen Feng slightly raised his eyes, his gaze crossed over the restrained anger of Tai’en, looking at the glass steel room in the sky.
"This tournant’s rules differ from before!"
"All contestants must participate in the first mixed battle stage until eight are left, then can enter the second phase."
"Challenge our defenders, the three extre martial artists from the Platinum Federation and Duotan Country!!"
The excited voice echoed throughout, all audience eyes followed the lights upwards again, focusing on the opposite direction parallel to the royal viewing stand.
The newly extending platform kept moving outward, the surrounding tal continuously transforming, finally forming four suspended thrones.
One throne was empty, while the other three black thrones had three people.
One wore a blue silk robe, silver boots reflecting the light, slinging a gigantic blue gemstone cross longsword.
Golden long hair hung freely behind, with indifferent green eyes looking downward, indeed it was Iphia who accompanied Hecks yesterday.
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